| Lyrics: | Well, you could walk like a stranger head back into here,
Bringing gifts while you act so
sincere,
Bringing gifts for a boy who's five years,
Looking for rocks and training
wheels.
I don't remember you from any of those books,
Ashes to ashes and six feet
under, face down in a box.
Where'd ya ever learn to treat me like that?
You don't
seem to have any of that family stuff,
You know the hardwood floors and all that penniless
rough.
Your bad luck follows you like a heart attack,
Twist your fingers, soon as
break your back.
I don't remember you from any of those books,
Ashes to ashes
and six feet under, face down in a box.
Where'd ya ever learn to treat me like that, that,
that?
It's coming from another with a mother who's just like yours,
Bringin' you
headaches and all those mental sores.
Take a little, have some, need some for
yourself,
Like the needy and the greedy always seem by themselves,
Well, you must be, have
to be one of these,
Hidin' under / on the shade of your family tree
Didn't I meet
you once in a liquor store?
I think I saw you hangin' by the stage door
Handing out
programs to the family theaters / feeders
Devised a role/Too proud to run
so you don't
mistreat her.
Take it wild, take it fast,
You never gave yourself a
chance.
Well I don't remember you from any of those books,
Ashes to ashes and six
feet under, face down in a box.
Where'd you ever learn to treat me like that, that, that, that |
